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It was a match between Manchester City and Tottenham. Your current boyfriend and your ex played against each other. You were nervous about how they would interact.
Phil walks up to you and hugs you, saying, "Hey babe, I thought you couldn't make it because of your studies?"
"Well, my professor had papers to mark, so they gave the day off to all of us. You know, I couldn't miss a match of yours ever."
You see your ex in the distance glaring at you. He approached you, but they had to head to the pitch. They all lined up on the pitch and started playing. Suddenly you see the ball in the net and everyone that is a Man City fan cheers.
Turns out, your boyfriend of 2 years scored, and he ran up to where you were and kissed you deeply. Everyone took pictures, but you two didn't care as you liked your relationship public.
Then in the next 20 minutes, Tottenham scored, and your ex scored. Unfortunately, he ran in your direction and pointed towards you, and gestured at a phone, mouthing the words 'Call me'. You felt disgusted, and Phil's face looked like he wanted to kill him.
Shortly after, it was half-time, and you rushed to see your boyfriend before your ex stopped you.
"Damn, you look better than the time you dated me, baby. I also knew you were coming to see me as well." He said, trying to flirt with you but failing miserably. You felt like throwing up. He glowed down and had received a downgrade from you as you saw his apparent 'girlfriend' approach you two.
"Get the fuck away from my man, you whore!" the girl shouted.
"What the fuck? Why the fuck would I try to get with him when I have my boyfriend?" You were slightly annoyed that this random girl just called you a whore, and you didn't even know her name.
From behind the girl, you can see your boyfriend walking towards you three. "What's with all the commotion?"
Your ex's girlfriend turned around and looked at him. She looked like she had hearts in her eyes. You wanted to throw up and drag your boyfriend out of there. You didn't expect Phil to wrap his arms around your waist. "As well, Y/N here isn't for you. She's here for me."
Phil turned you around by your waist and kissed you. You didn't expect it, yet you still kissed him back at the exact time he wanted. The couple in front of you were shocked, as they didn't expect you two to kiss in front of them. You both pulled away, satisfied with the kiss. Not even a minute later, the players had to return to the pitch.
Your boyfriend kissed you on the cheek and waved you goodbye. Your ex took your hand and bowed and kissed you on your hand.
Your hand felt contaminated as you wanted nothing to do with your ex, yet he pushed against your boundaries.
They walked onto the pitch, leaving you and your ex's girlfriend. "I don't get how he did it with you. Just look at you."
How can she say that? You just met the girl, yet she's already a bitch. It was disgusting how pathetic someone could be. "You're just pathetic for saying that," you replied, turning back to the stands.
Once you sat back down, the second half of the match started. You were excited as you knew your boyfriend's team would win as they were up by one goal. The next thing you see is your boyfriend scores again. He did a heart with his hands and pointed at you. When you were at a match, he always did that for you.
The match ended, and the score was 2-0. Manchester City won. The way they played was amazing and all the WAGs could get on the pitch, so that was what you did to congratulate your boyfriend.
"You did amazing Phil!" You shouted, running up to him and engulfing him in a hug.
He hugged back, saying, "All of those goals were for you, my love."
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